Room 221- Saturday morning
Considering some of the things that had happened in Fandom, there were much worse things than waking up four years old.
Unless you were one of Angela's cats.
Who were now being dressed up in little cat-sized outfits (scarily, Angela had these as a teenager, too) and being held way too tight as she brushed their fur and said things like, "Good kitty. You're the prettiest kitty ever, yes you are."
Actually, take that back. Except for the fact that tiny Angela didn't know how to hold a cat comfortably, this was pretty much Tuesday night for Muffin and Lady.
[Have a quick errand to run, but door is open!]
Unless you were one of Angela's cats.
Who were now being dressed up in little cat-sized outfits (scarily, Angela had these as a teenager, too) and being held way too tight as she brushed their fur and said things like, "Good kitty. You're the prettiest kitty ever, yes you are."
Actually, take that back. Except for the fact that tiny Angela didn't know how to hold a cat comfortably, this was pretty much Tuesday night for Muffin and Lady.
[Have a quick errand to run, but door is open!]